Why crushing the innocence? Why destroying the beauty? Why ruining the civilization? Why trampling on the memories? Why damaging the buildings? Why breaking off a dream? Why are we so today?
The Seminar and the Babel College in Baghdad are places so familiar with me that I could never imagine not to recognize them or not to feel them as my home. When I saw the last photos, those taken after the U.S. army that had occupied the Babel College moved out from it, everything was destroyed, reduced, damaged ...
What I would never imagined would happen happened. I felt myself alien to those places, I didn’t find there my many, happy memories ... I did not see our photos on the walls of the corridor, I did not hear the echo of our laughters, I did not see myself in everything I used to do when I was there ... the war does not only destroys the present but also the past, not only what we have today but also the happy memories of a past that seems so distant to make one think that perhaps it was a century ago ... I remember when I was a seminarist in Baghdad where I lived for 4 years and a half, I remember the priests coming back after celebrating their anniversaries of priesthood. I remember when they used to tell us about the happy and sad memories of every corner of the Seminar.
Looking at those photos I said to myself: what will I have to tell in the future? What did they leave me? The war erased a very important part of my history ...
I have nothing more to say except that I am sad for this.